Trees Are for Lovers

TREES are for lovers.
A spirit has led them
Where young boughs meet
And the green beam hovers
And shadowy winds blow sweet.
Trees spring to heaven!
So their hearts would spring,
So would they outpour
All the heart discovers
Of its own wild treasure
Into speech, and sing,
Like the tree from its core,
Sweet words beyond measure;
Like the leaves in the sun,
Dancing every one
And weaving a fairy
Cave of quivering rays
And shadows starry,
Where those lovers, drowned
Each in the other’s gaze,
Lose all time, abound
In their perfect giving;
Give and never tire
Of their fullness, mute,
But in the fresh leaves living
One full song unsated
Of the flower Desire,
And Delight the fruit;
Love, that’s mated.